“What’s been going on here?” Cecile chipped in with a somewhat calmer voice. Lucy opened her mouth as if to speak, but before she had chance to...utter a word Sara piped-up, “He kept asking us to pull our knickers down for him and then he got his thing out and asked if we would touch it.” “What!" I cried. I couldn’t believe the lies pouring from Sara’s mouth. “We all ran upstairs when he started playing with it,” Sara continued. “He’ll never play with it again when I’m finished with him”,. " She giggled again. "Foals suckle, um, down there, up under our hindquarters."Bonnibel felt her penis give a bit of a jerk. "You, um you aren't scared of me, are you?" Heck no Bonnie." She lowered her voice, and Bonnibel saw just the hint of a blush on Celestia's face. "If you were a pony, I'd be really scared because I'm in heat. Stallions would want to do all sorts of naughty things with me if they smelled, my, um, I forget the word, but it's what makes mares smell really nice when they're. Daddy marched us down to our usual place in the pews, about halfway down on the right of the center aisle. Because I was doing a reading I held back and settled on the aisle, with Carl next to me, and tried to calm myself, to absorb the tranquility and reverence that I found so comforting on Sunday mornings.It was a little hard, because I couldn't avoid hearing the rustling and stirring and talking as the word went around about me. Still, I managed as things settled down.Oh, the church is. Jethro barked at seeing me come back in, like asking, “Where’d you go, pal? That looked like fun!” I just sat down, petting him for more than an hour, before I felt calm enough to go back inside, changed into a pair of gym shorts, finally falling asleep on the couch.The crowing of the rooster came too damned early for a Saturday, but I was in better shape than the three were upstairs. I used my speed and special vision to get scrambled eggs, toast, and milk ready for everyone before the first.